Welcum to Manville

Welcum to Manville: by Lovediego@aol.com

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ONE:

Colton Dickson slowly attempted to open his sore brown eyes in the dimly lit, strange room. The air was thick and heavy with humidity and the hum of unwashed male bodies. The stench of armpits, dirty cocks, sweaty balls, and butt fucked assholes was intense and overpowering. The thin sheet covering his body was soiled with sweat and what smelt like urine. He could feel other substances coating his hairy chest, stomach, and bushy crotch. A quick peak revealed that he was covered in dried, crusty cum from the waist up, his cock was painted brown with another man's, or was it men's, smelly shit, and his fat balls were caked in both. Obviously, he'd had a good night. Colton just couldn't remember all the details. But, they were slowly returning to him as the sun continued shining through the windows.

He was in a bed, inside of a wooden cabin or shed of some sort. It was large enough to comfortably sleep nine more like his own. As he looked around, he saw just that. Nine other beds but not all of them were occupied. Some guys had either doubled or even tripled up in one. Even though they were designed to sleep no more than two at a time, at max. There were sexual movements in the bed next to him, but that would have to wait. First, he needed to work on his old memories before making new ones.

Colton began to recall the previous night's events in pieces. He remembered having a filthy, hairy asshole ride his tongue, secreting anal juices with every obscene fart into his mouth. Colton stroked the man's fat uncut cock in his right hand as he tweaked and played with his own perky pierced nipples. Colton could still taste the man's butt waste in his mouth as pieces of lumpy shit gathered between his teeth. His gums also retained the distinct flavor of salty piss. Maybe from the same guy, maybe not. But it was powerful and pungent, even the morning, or was it afternoon, after.

From his memory, he began to recall laying in his bed and being pissed on by another guy who was also riding his freakishly long and thick, 11-inch uncut cock bareback. The shorter guy bounced up and down on his pelvis like he was on a bucking bull. Half of Colton's slimy cock escaped from his farting hole before being sucked back in; down to the root. That guy also had a very full butt and was literally letting it all out with each hard thrust from Colton's thick cock. At some point, the rider let loose a torrent of smelly bladder brew along both Colton and the dude riding his tongue. The first guy happily returned the favor by letting loose with his own load of piss.

It didn't take long before all three men were soaked in brine, the bed was drenched, but the fucking continued on.

Colton felt his mattress to find it still soaked in, now, cold piss. This answered a few questions for the newly turned 30-year-old man, but not all. He still needed an explanation for the soreness around and inside his own pink shithole. He reached down tentatively and felt the raw anal meat, still coated in slimy goo. One loud fart from his hole into his palm gave him clues. A full coating of cum mixed with his anal juices and shit was released into his hand with the blast of gas from his swollen rectum. He quickly brought the slime to his nose for inspection. It had the bleachy smell reminiscent of semen, the musky stench of shit, and a hint of cock cheese. Colton brought the mixture to his face to taste the fruit from his asshole. Immediately, his morning wood stood at full attention. Three more times, he repeated the action, eating each gob afterward. It was a taste he was very familiar with from years of sex parties and random hook-ups.

Colton was never the best when it came to wiping his ass after a shit, preferring to let his underwear mop up any of the leavings. But, the edges around his anus felt unusually clean and smooth, as if someone had given him a good rimming before blowing out his back. Whoever it was, did a damn good job. His shitter hadn't been that clean in years.

"So, I fucked and got fucked last night. Sounds about right." He thought to himself as he continued to run a finger along and inside his sore faghole. Without looking, he knew it was red from abuse and mistreatment. His puffy boy-pussy lips were still enflamed from a rough pounding that probably was done by more than one man. That would explain the massive amount of jizz leaking from his bunghole. Taking the time to sit up properly and look around, it all started returning to him.

After being checked into the Ranch by a super cute, short cock hound, Colton was given a quick tour of the grounds before being shown to his bunker. That was the name given to the group housing cabins. He was informed that there were ten bunkers, each with ten beds, for a total of 100 guys.

The Ranch was only open publically for August, and each visitor must stay for the entire duration. His tour guide, whose name he recalled as Chet, gave him the basic rundown of the Ranch's rules. No girls or women allowed, for any reason. No males under the age of 14, and no outside drugs or alcohol. The Ranch provides everything guests need. And, of course, no unwanted physical or verbal violence. All easy enough for him to follow. His recollection of Chet became more precise as he focused on that one conversation. He stood around 5'5" and weighed about 130lbs, soaking wet. His body was fit, but not overly muscular, with a tiny bit of hair on his otherwise smooth chest. Chet had the legs of a gymnast and the ass of one too. What stood out most in his mind was that he was totally naked during their entire interaction, from inside the reception booth, while walking the grounds, and even inside Colton's bunker. The 24yr old worker wore only a dirty, overly worn pair of cloth sneakers. Every so often, he would absentmindedly stroke his 6-inch cut cock to full erection, circling the pearls of creamy pre-cum across his pink head. All as if this was a totally normal thing to do.

About halfway through the tour, Chet let loose a loud, obnoxious fart and started to piss, all while continuing to walk alongside Colton. He didn't say excuse me or seem fazed that his smelly gas created a cloud of stink around him or that he was walking directly into his own urine stream, covering his torso in his liquid waste. Once he finished, he massaged the brine into his very thick pubic bush and onto his swollen member. All without missing a word from his script about the Ranch.

Colton marveled at the performance before him, enjoying the freedom from inhibitions of the younger man. Nothing seemed to be off limits or to be ashamed of. Not his nudity or bodily functions. This is precisely what Colton needed. A place to be himself, without worrying about offending anyone with the always apparent smell of his rank armpits or the aroma of his uncut cock and sweaty balls that always seemed to leak through his trousers. Maybe this was the perfect place for him to clear his head.

The Ranch was founded and opened to the male public five years ago. Chet had been working there for the past two. It was a place for men of particular interests to celebrate and enjoy themselves with other like-minded men. The founders decided on opening in the town of Danville because it was deep within the backcountry of a small southern state, housing only 1000 souls. Once upon a time, it was famous for its coal mining jobs and strong family values. Over 15000 people called this tiny hamlet home at that time, but eventually, the industry collapsed, and the people left for greener pastures. Young people who were lucky enough to go off to college never returned, and soon enough, most of the women and girls followed suit. The elderly were the final demographic to abandon Danville by choice or by coffin. Leaving a town full of young strapping males who did farming and construction work for survival.

The founders worked with the local mayor, Peter (Pete) Woodcock, to help revitalize the community in exchange for providing the Ranch the privacy and autonomy its guests would require. Over time, Danville began returning to life, with the Ranch's builders and staff taking up permanent residence. New restaurants and shops catering to their specific needs also opened. The town's original inhabitants also quickly began to indulge in the new culture created by the Ranch. A town comprised totally of boys and men came into existence.

Attendance to the Ranch is by invitation or recommendation only. After one of their long raunchy sessions, Colton was recommended by his fuck buddy Mark. Both were colossal piss pigs that met at a local water sports party, but soon after, they found they shared a love of raunch, filth, man-stink, and anything gross and disgusting men could do together.

This was Mark's birthday present to his friend and Colton's chance to get away from the city and decide what to do with his life.

Bathed in his own hot piss and smelling of farts, Chet finished the tour, showed Colton inside his bunker, and was on his way. Leaving him alone. Or so he thought.

TWO:

Four years ago, in the mid-western part of the country, two young men became new and unexpected roommates at their college dorm. It was their senior year, and both lost their former roommates due to "differences in living habits" and were thrown together by the school administration. Both had gained a reputation around the small college for being different than the rest of the all-male attendees. Not because they were unfriendly or unlikeable. Both were popular in their own ways, but for different reasons. What they shared was a bit of a hygiene issue. Neither young man was known for his bodily cleanliness or desire to take regular showers. Deodorants and colognes were off limits to both, and they relished in the natural scents their bodies created. College, so they thought, was a place they could be themselves, especially in an all-male one. Mostly, this was true because their lifestyle would nt have been tolerated at other institutions. But that didn't mean most guys would want to room with them. Each year, they lost the roommate they had the year before for the same reasons.

Chet was a small, pocket-size homosexual that loved getting butt fucked. Everyone on campus knew this, and he had his own personal group of tops that loved filling his hairy shithole whenever they got the chance. His stink was a plus to them, and they all enjoyed how uninhibited he was sexually. But, after they bust their nut, the fantasy died down until the next time they were horny for a dirty ass to unload in. Chet could never understand how some of these guys could get off on man-smells, and his asshole stink only when horny and then, after cumming, be almost disgusted by their own actions. Guilt and sexual regret weren't emotions he possessed.

Chet was the first to set up in the new room on the top floor of the dorm building. They had the entire floor to themselves for obvious reasons. For him, this was the perfect set-up; not only did he not have to worry about offending others with his stench, hearing their complaints, or seeing their upturned noses, but he could also indulge in his favorite activity, nudity. All of his life, he hated wearing clothes. As soon as he got the chance, he would strip them off and enjoy the look, feel and smell of his naked male form. He enjoyed everything about the freedom of his cock and balls swinging as he walked. He popped boners whenever the wind blew, and being able to stroke and bust as he pleased, where ever he pleased, was the life he wanted to live.

The young man began masturbating around the tender age of 11 and hasn't missed a day since. He quickly graduated from basic stroking and fondling the tip of his cut cock, to swirling a finger or two around his puckered, virgin boy-hole. Never one to be grossed out or disgusted by his own bodily fluids or waste products, the raunchy smell of his pre-teen hole turned him on the older he got. Chet was growing a forest of thick pubes that stretched from his cock and newly dropped balls, along his taint and finally settling inside his stinky trench. It was here that he found his favorite smells and flavors.

Chet's musty hole was his best sexual playmate. It accepted anything he could find to fuck it without complaint. It started with his fingers, then grew to include hair brushes and large garden vegetables like carrots and cucumbers. Finally, when Chet turned 15, he got a 6-inch dildo from a sex shop one town over in exchange for letting the manager see his stiff boy-cock spit jizz. From that day on, his dirty hole craved to be fucked and filled regularly. Luckily for him, everyone from the boys' baseball team to married fathers hanging out inside the men's room toilet at the train station were more than happy to fulfill his needs.

None of these guys cared about the smell of his unwashed hole or the fact that he smelled like a sweaty, funky teenage boy. They either loved his raunch or ignored it long enough to fill his guts with their creamy sperm.

Chet was a natural bottom but not a sissy or submissive. He was always in control, deciding who could and couldn't fuck him and under which conditions. Just because he took it up the ass didn't mean he was a girl, pussy, or willing to be anyone's bitch.

When his dorm room door opened, Chet was bent over at the waist, plugging in his laptop. The rush of warm air touched his exposed raunchy anus and made it pucker. Along the ridges of his asshole were smears of brown waste from his last dump that he didn't care to wipe off. His muscular thighs were slightly ajar, giving his new roommate a perfect view of the butthole, so many on campus had pumped their babies into.

The small room itself had already taken on Chet's natural scent. The smell of his small feet and dirty sneakers was intense but only outmatched by the rank odor of t-shirts and underwear worn multiple times or even for a week before being recycled. His heady urine aroma was permanently trapped within the folds of his mattress, and the never washed sheets were glued with far too many of his cum loads to count.

"Now, that's an asshole I'd recognize anywhere." The stranger said as he entered the room, still staring at Chet's well-used boy-cunt. The fragrance of the young man's shitter was an aphrodisiac to him, and his uncut cock quickly rose to its impressive 9.5 inches inside his onion skin shorts.

"Oh, shit! You're my new roommate? Fuck, what luck!" Chet squealed at the sight of his new roommate. Just as fast as he laid eyes upon the man, Chet leapt across the room and into his strong arms. Chet's cock was still erect and speared him in the gut as he hugged him tightly.

"Long time no see, baby. Who'd have guessed that we'd be paired together? I saw your name on the letter, but since I never knew your name..." The new roommate's voice trailed off as Chet forced his slick tongue into his open mouth and almost devoured his face as he rubbed his naked cock against his sweaty t-shirt. The two made out for a while before breaking apart for a proper introduction.

"I'm Amir, so you must be Chet." Amir said, with the more petite young man still standing on the tips of his sneakers. He was 4 inches taller than Chet and weighed 165lbs, with a solid, hairy build that was the envy of many guys on campus.

"Yea, typical gay life. I get fucked by guys who never slow down to tell me their names." Chet laughed as he took in the fragrance of his roommate. He couldn't place exactly where or when they last fucked, but he knew he'd enjoyed himself. Amir smelled of sweat, and the manly funk guys make from skipping showers regularly. Precisely the way Chet loved his men to be. Within moments, they had the room humming with their personal BO.

Amir twisted Chet around and bent him over before diving into his sludgy hole. He loved eating a dirty butt, and Chet had one of the best he'd ever had. The dark flavor of his insides coated Amir's tongue, almost begging him to lick and suck on his anus for more crud. Round and around his swollen anus, he ran his tongue, until all but the wrinkled hole was touched and cleaned. Chet moaned with each swipe of the tongue and let himself fall backward into Amir's face. This forced his tongue inside Chet's rectum with an easy push. No stranger to being fucked by tongue or cock, Chet's funky ditch welcomed Amir's intrusion with a long, smelly fart. Now opened wide and hungry, his asshole literally sucked Amir in like a hover.

Chet, loving his rimming, bent over enough to grab hold of Amir's sweaty uncut cock through his silky shorts. Wasting little time, he released his member through the side leg and jerked him to full erection. The smell of days-old cock cheese rose into his nose, intoxicating the smaller man and making him beg to be raw fucked. For his part, Amir continued to work over that hungry rectum until he was sure it would be able to accept his throbbing dick without lube.

Like they'd choreographed it, Chet stripped Amir of his shorts, got down on all fours, and used his hands to open his spit-wet fuckhole for his new roommate to pound. Amir squandered no time, plunging his cock balls deep inside Chet's well-used trench. Both sighed upon his rough entry and began fucking like animals.

Amir held Chet by the hips and anally assaulted him every way he could think. He twisted his cock inside the young man's rectum, searching for his prostate. First to the left, then to the right, and then up the center, he continued his demolition of Chet's cunt, making him moan like the cock whore he was.

"Fuck yeah, fuck my dirty shit hole. Dick me down hard, man. Ruin my boy-pussy. Make me feel it!" Slutty to the very core, Chet goaded Amir on to fuck him tougher and faster with each trust. The funk of his asshole began to rise in the thick warm air, surrounding the couple in a grey cloud of anal raunch.

"Oh, that's so good, baby. Fart it out for me. Fart on my smelly cock as I fuck you bareback. Make my nose smell what my dick is smelling." Amir screamed into the air as he began to pull his wet member entirely from Chet's dirty hole before plunging it back in deeper than before. Each time, Chet's asshole burped out a smelly reply to his exit but stayed open and gaping for his return entry. It wasn't long before Amir could not only smell but also see how dirty Chet's butt was, as streaks of brown began to appear along the length of his shaft. This just aroused him more as he dragged his fingers along his fuck pole, gathering the slime onto them and sucked them clean. The more he fucked Chet, the dirtier their sex got. Soon, the small ring of sludge that greeted Amir had turned into a messy swamp of ass juices and shit that began to drip onto the floor. Not wishing to waste a precious drop, he gathered up large gobs of the stinking mess and finger-fed it to Chet, who relished in the smells and tastes of his own fucked asshole.

"Fuck, my asshole tastes so damn good. Feed me more. Share my raunch with me." Amir quickly pleased his smaller lover and gathered up as much of his waste as he could. When the well began to run dry, he rubbed his hand along the crack of his own ass and smeared the residue of his butt funk over Chet's handsome face.

"How do you like the smell of my asshole? Do you like it just as much as your own?" Like a kid in a candy store, Chet had found a new treat he wanted to eat. Without warning, he slid his impaled butt off Amir's still shit-dripping cock, crawled around his shocked new roommate, and stuck his face inside his hairy butt trench.

Damn, it stunk. Even more than Chet's. He almost gagged at the intense aroma of this man's sweaty shithole but still dove in with his tongue to taste everything he could find. Amir bent over at the waist to give him total access to his virgin hole, spreading his legs and bending at the knees to make it easier on them both.

Chet began jerking his cock as he ate out Amir's ripe hole, almost losing his mind from the fantastic fragrance of his new roommate's unwashed anus. No other boy or man had ever matched Chet's love of raunch, but he might have just found his soul mate in Amir.

Deciding that a devil's 69 was the best way for both to chow on a soiled butthole, the two took to the floor to lovingly devour the other's unclean rectum. The young men slowly smelled each other's stink holes, used their teeth to clean any leftover shit lodged on their butt hairs, French kissed their fuck lips and ate out as much shit and ass juices as the other could produce. Neither was embarrassed or ashamed of what they were doing, or was having done to their most private body part. They loved sharing their raunch and filth with another young man that appreciated their lack of hygiene.

This continued for what seemed like hours, until Chet really needed to get fucked again, and Amir really needed to drop his babies inside a hot colon.

"I gotta fuck this butt, man. I gotta do it now. I can't hold off any longer." Amir cried as he pulled Chet out of his butt, placed him back on all fours, and took him doggy style. His rock-hard dick slid back inside Chet's cock holster with ease, and it didn't take long before Amir was ready to bust his nut in that butt.

"Ffffuuucckkk, I'm cumming. Damn, I'm gonna cream your asshole. Drown your guts in my jizz. Fffuccckkk, take my babies, man. Gonna get you pregnant from my thick load." Amir yelled as volley after volley of his sperm coated Chet's intestinal lining. Chet was back to jerking his cock, before Amir pushed his hand away, replacing it with his own, and matched his wanking to his fucking motions of the young man's tinder hole.

"Oh, fuck, please...fuck...fuck me, please, yes, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck... I'm cumming too, fuck...yes!" Chet reached orgasm just as Amir did. Fucking his slimy load into his fist.

Amir, exhausted and funky, fell to the floor but kept his uncut cock firmly lodged within Chet's farting asshole. His palm filled with boy juice. Once his cock had sufficiently deflated, Amir turned his new roommates asshole into his personal urinal. Chet thought only horses could piss so much at one time. His flat stomach became bloated with the yellow bladder brew but he refused to let one single drop escape his torn up rectum.

"Baby, sit on my face and let me eat you out some more." Amir begged Chet as he fed him back his own load of jism from his palm. Complying, they readjusted their positions until Amir was flat on his back, his fat cock still semi-erect and rising from his waist. Chet took his place, straddling his hairy face.

"Ok, open up." Was the last thing Amir said before Chet emptied his swollen anus, ripped a smelly fart from his just fucked asshole. Chet shit Amir's cum and piss loads along with his own ass juices into his open mouth. Not wanting to leave one drop of his own semen or urine behind, Amir licked, sucked and rimmed every inch of Chet's puffy boy-pussy until he was absolutely sure he'd gotten his entire loads back. But he didn't swallow. Amir saved his lewd bounty to share with his new roommate in a sloppy snowball of a kiss. The two young men swapped urine, cum and saliva back and forth until both were gone and swallowed.

This became an at least once a day activity for the roommates for the entirety of their senior year. They went to class, ate, shit, pissed, fucked, and repeated until it was time for graduation. Neither wanted to attend grad school, and every job prospect required them to be clean, tidy, showered, and shaved. Things they weren't willing to do for a paycheck.

And then, one day, Amir saw a posting in a gay zine for staff at a new resort for men called The Ranch. After a few back-and-forth emails to the general manager and a joint Zoom Call, the young men packed up their tiny dorm room and drove across the country to their new jobs and life. Neither knowing how much their lives were about to change forever.

THREE:

Colton arrived at the Ranch at around 3pm. After checking in and the tour with Chet, he'd reached his bunker at almost 4pm. At first, he believed he was alone in the large room, but sounds from the far back told him otherwise. Before checking out what was going on back there, he decided to change out of his street wear into something a bit more comfortable; a black leather harness, the dirtiest white BIKE jockstrap he owned, a pair of yellow socks, and his favorite black leather boots. He loved this outfit because it made him look and feel like he just stepped out of a Tom of Finland comic.

The sensation of the tight harness across his broad chest made his pierced nipples stand at attention. The jock was over 5yrs old and had never seen the inside of a washing machine. It was filled with years' worth of his man-stink, ball sweat, piss, and cum. Not to mention the same from all of the guys he'd had the pleasure of having raunchy sex with. It was a prized possession that stunk to high heaven and kept his junk reeking of masculinity.

Colton's look was completed with a heavy metal cockring circling his now erect 11-inch uncut slimy cock and a matching ball weight that made his boys look extra full and bloated.

The bedside table was just as equipped as Chet had promised. It had rows of poppers, joints, a few vials of coke, and even a bag of meth, a brand new pipe, and a lighter. These guys truly thought of everything. Grabbing a bottle of poppers and removing the wrapper, he started towards the racket at the back of the bunker.

In hindsight, of course the bunker would have some sort of bathroom facilities, but Colton was surprised at what type it had. The sizeable tiled room was pretty bare in comparison to its proportions. There were only two toilets, neither with a seat nor a lid. Next to them were 6 rim seats. The only urinal was a handsome totally naked guy, around Colton's age, sitting on the cold tiles, with a rubber urinal mask attached to his face and a sign around his neck that said: "Piss Here"

The floor had 4 large drains, big enough to accept any bodily functions a man can make. There was no bathtub or shower, just two hoses on either side of the room.

Inside were over 15 guys, mostly fully naked or in some sort of fetish gear. Since each bunker only held 10 men, the other 5 or more must have come from other bunkers. All of them, except for 2, were at least 35yr, fit as fuck, handsome, and covered in the natural stench of testosterone. Colton's uncut smelly cock began to leak inside its pouch at such a beautiful sight.

The two oddities stood side by side in the middle of the room. The younger looked to be 13yrs, but since that was against the rules, Colton knew he must be a bit older. His shaved underarms, pits, pubes, and ball sac completed the twinkish look and made him look extra boyish. He was just as small and light as Chet, but instead of being totally naked, he was sporting a pair of the dirtiest tighty-whities Colton had ever seen. They looked to be many years old and a size or two too small for his slight frame. The front was caked in dried urine, and the back had more shit tracks than Colton could count.

From the looks of the fabric, the teen had worn the nasty fabric for days or even weeks at a time before turning them inside out and repeating the process. The stench was so harsh that he could smell them from across the room.

Standing next to the teen was an older version, most likely his brother. He looked around 17yrs old, a bit taller than his brother, at about 5'8" but significantly larger. He had the body of a wrestler, with the muscle mass to prove it. The older brother was wearing a jockstrap, very similar in color and texture to Colton's. But the fabric was almost threadbare in the front with a few tears along the waist elastic band. The straps that met in the middle had that tell-tell sign of brown shit from a teen that didn't take anal hygiene seriously.

Both boys stood barefoot, but the younger of the two was also blindfolded as a circle of older men aimed their cocks at their teen bodies and soaked them in salty urine. With so many guys letting loose at one time, it sounded like a fire hose hitting their bodies. Within seconds both teens were totally drenched, front and back, with the piss of men old enough to be their fathers. This fact alone seemed to arouse the older one, as the front of his jock began to become obviously more full.

The men walked in a well-rehearsed rotation around the two, ensuring they got their wastewater on both the front and back of the duo. Once this was completed, things got interesting.

The older teen was separated from his brother and taken to the far back wall. The younger was forced onto his knees, into the large pool of urine, and very quickly had his young mouth stuffed with a man's cock. It happened so fast that Colton could barely see the dick about to skull fuck the lad. But he did see it was at least 9 inches and very thick. The teen must've been a real cock hound, as he swallowed that monster dong down like a pro. Soon he was sucking on it like a newborn baby trying to get milk.

The other men in the room began cheering on the teen, praising his dick-sucking talents and letting him know how proud his father would be of him. A naked man, around 40yrs, approached the cocksucker from behind and thrust his face into the back of his soiled underpants. He sniffed around like a dog and even started to lap up all of the filth, raunch, and piss captured within the fabric. His 8-inch cut cock was hard enough to cut steel and dripped with pre-jizz. He had a heavy set of hirsute bull balls that swung back and forth each time he would dive back into the teen's butt until he finally needed to feast on the real thing.

In one quick move, the older man tore grungy underpants off the teen, sniffed them one more time, and passed them to a guy standing behind him. That man sniffed and sucked on the nasty fabric before giving it to another guy. This continued until Colton lost track of who had them. He was also preoccupied watching the older man eat out the teen's muddy asshole.

"Fuck yea Lewis, eat that nasty teen ass. Damn, it stinks. I can smell his sewer from over here. Tell us what it smells like from up close." One of the men from the circle yelled.

Lewis, his nose rooting around in the teen's smooth pink asshole, leaned back, stroked his cock with his left hand, and said:

"It stinks like unwashed teen boy-pussy. Just like it should. Axel obviously hasn't been wiping his fuckhole after his shits. But it's good for him that I enjoy eating out a nasty young shithole." Lewis dove back in and did just that. Slurping around Axel's rectum. Chewing on the thin layer of skin around it, licking the thick layer of shit lining his crack before finally thrusting his hungry tongue into the teen's gaping hole.

"That's it, Lewis, eat that nasty boy's shithole!" Cheers of perversion filled the room as the men got down to business with each other. Cocks were sucked, asses eaten, and fucked. Piss flowed everywhere, and the room stunk of poppers. Colton was not new to the tiny brown bottles, but he'd never smelled any as strong and powerful as the one's being used. He'd have thought they were made from a formula banned long ago worldwide if he didn't know better. The fumes were so strong that his own cock responded like he'd taken a hit himself. Hornier than ever, he began gently stroking his member through his pungent jock as he watched Lewis begin to fuck young Axel.

"You ready for this cock, boy?" He teased the cock pig, still sucking hard on his first dick. His baby face was covered in his own saliva as he kept swallowing that fat sausage down to the root. Numerous times he made gagging sounds, trying to force himself to vomit on the older man's shit poker.

Lewis circled his purple corona around the teen's gaping anus, lubricating it with dick-spit. Then, he entered and bottomed out in Axel's rectum in one long stroke. The boy tried to scream, but that just opened his mouth to accept even more of the older man's cock. And that finally made him throw up all over his bushy pubes. The older man stroked his short brown hair and comforted the teen, who was still orally attached to him.

"That's it, baby, let it, vomit everything you got, it's ok. Your brother will clean it up." With that, his older brother reappeared from the crowd, fell to his knees, and began lapping up his kid brother's acidic bile. Chunks of undigested food were caught within the older man's pubes, but the older brother cleaned that up as well. Licking and smelling the filthy mess before doing the same to Axel's face. It was the most loving and disgusting sight Colton had ever seen. At no point did Axel spit that fat cock out of his mouth.

Lewis was balls deep in that ass. Pumping from side to side, grinding deeper into the young shitter. It was on one such push that Colton got a glimpse of the teen's cock. It was encased in a metal cockcage, and only his newly dropped balls were free. This explained the silver key around his brother's neck. Axel was genuinely made for taking cock and providing other men pleasure. Colton took a mental note of this fact.

"Ah fuck, this ass feels so good on my dick. And damn, if it isn't packed with shit. I can feel it coating my cock. Fuck boy, when was the last time you took a dump?" Lewis really loved fucking a full butt. The dirtier his cock became, the more vocal and aggressive his fucking became. Soon the entire room began to stink of Axel's bowel waste.

Lewis bent over and began twisting the teen's tiny nipples, making him moan around the cock he was sucking. This action increased his speed and ability because, soon enough, the older man was dropping his jizz load in his sucking mouth.

"Ah fuck Axel, take this load, baby boy, fuck...ffffffuuucccckkk, I'm cumming. Damn, you give the best fucking blow jobs in town. FFFFfuck, Fuck, you're so good." The older man rubbed Axel's head as he let loose in his mouth. His brother helped him swallow the excess and shared it with him. Once the older man pulled out, he was quickly replaced by another, and the series continued.

"Brick, how about coming back here and smelling my shitter while I fuck your baby brother." Lewis motioned for the older teen to come and eat out his dirty snatch. Brick readily complied, giving his baby brother a sloppy kiss before leaving.

Lewis was bent over Axel, thick legs and big butt opened wide and ready for Brick's nose and mouth.

"Bet it smells like roses back there." A man from the crowd laughed as the older teen dropped to his knees and began licking at the thick ass hairs surrounding Lewis' butthole. Brick couldn't see his rectum, but he sure as shit could smell it. He let his nose guide him to the older man's sweet spot, using both his hands to separate his muscular cheeks. Lewis let out a fart into the teen's mouth, which he accepted happily. With each stroke and subsequent exit, Axel shit all along Lewis' pubes and fat man-cock. Soon he was farting up a stinky storm and shitting everywhere. Below them, a pile of boy waste began to form. Brick gathered some of his brother's feces in his hand and used it to coat Lewis' fat balls in raunchy filth. The warm excrement felt good on his gonads and gave him an idea.

Lewis took a load of Axel's shit and stuffed it in his mouth. Soon both his cheeks were filled with the young teen's dung. Faster and faster, he fucked, forcing more shit and anal juices out of his puckered hole. Brick kept eating Lewis' butt and then slimed his spit-slick hole with a fist full of Axel's fresh shit. The flavor of two males' fragrant waste was intoxicating to the young wrestler as he stroked his cock and covered it and his own balls sac in chunky brown waste.

"Got damn, it! Fuccck, I'm gonna nut. Shit!" Lewis yelled, spitting out what was left of Axel's shit. With a force he didn't know his cock could muster, his seed began to travel from his sac, up and out of his urethra. The first few volleys of his cum coated Axel's intestines. But with each thrust, Lewis went deeper and deeper inside his diminutive body, trying his best to drop his babies directly into the teen's stomach. After 6 more spurts, his orgasm was spent. But he wasn't finished with Axel's asshole just yet. Relaxing his fuck muscle, he began to let loose with a torrent of piss. Drenching his insides just as much as the group of men had his outside.

Brick continued to eat our Lewis' shitter through all of this but got down below his brother's leaking asshole once it was overrunning with sewage and dirty wastewater. Seeing such a buff, masculine teen eat shit and drink piss and cum from his young brother's fucked, puffy asshole almost made Colton bust his own nut. Almost.

Lewis slowly withdrew his spent cock and let Brick clean his baby brother up. He licked, sucked, and rimmed Axel like his life depended on it. All as the younger teen continued to take any and every cock pointed at his face. Below him, his caged cock dripped with the remnants of a hands-free orgasm.

At some point, one of the guys noticed Colton standing in the doorway. They'd all been so engrossed in their debauchery that they didn't see or hear him come into the room. But, once they got sight of the handsome leatherman, he became the center of their focus.

Soon, Colton was set upon by some of the older men. They made a tight circle around him, feeling every part of his body from head to toe. The men explored his ears with their tongues, licked his eyelids, kissed his lips, and even ran their fingers inside his unwashed asshole. Both of his rank hairy pits were set upon and slathered with the spit of multiple horny men. Colton's ripe jockstrap was quickly stripped from him and passed around, just like young Axel's soiled underpants before. Colton's long thick foreskin was pulled, chewed on, and licked inside and out. All his well-cultivated stinky headcheese was eaten and swallowed by anyone who dared get close to his rancid knob. One guy had fallen to his knees and was sucking each of his hairy, metal weight surrounded, balls into his mouth, savoring the sweaty funk gathered over the last few days. The man tugged on his gonads, letting the heft of the ball weights continue to stretch his sac. Colton felt a pair of hands part his butt cheeks as someone's tongue got to work cleaning out his tired shitter. Both his pierced nipples found themselves in the warm, sucking mouths of two strangers.

Fingers fucked his asshole, foreskin, and even ears and mouth. A bottle of poppers was pushed under his nose, and he inhaled the liquid like a pro. And that did it. The 30yr was flying high as a fucking kite. It truly was the strongest brand he'd ever used, and that was saying something. Colton felt his body go limp as he was caressed in the arms of a very hairy-chested man.

"Don't worry. We've got you. You're safe here with us. Let go and enjoy." The deep sultry voice was so calming and assuring that Colton did just that. He let go and let the mob have their way with him.

One by one, the older men, starting with Lewis, took turns breeding his asshole. Each one enjoyed the slick natural lube left by the man before him. Soon enough, spunk was farting out of his asshole, coating his balls and dripping onto the tiled floor, where there was always some dude ready and willing to clean up his sloppy mess.

As much as most enjoyed fucking his dirty shithole raw, others couldn't wait to take a ride on his shit stirrer. As a train was pulled on Colton's anus, he speared at least 5 men with his own fat nasty uncut cock. Not one man seemed to have an issue taking almost a foot of man-cock down to the root. It didn't take long for his penis to be bathed in his own pre cum, their ass juices, and a large amount of slippery, smelly man-shit.

The aroma was intense and masculine in the best ways. Colton was high and happy. Getting fucked and fucking, all while being surrounded by a group of men he never was sure truly existed outside of his jerk-off fantasies.

FOUR:

Finally, the sun began to set on the Ranch, and the temperature dipped to a cool 87 degrees. The humidity was still high as Chet and Amir walked along the dirt road toward the bunkers, and both young men were dripping in sweat from working through the day in such heat.

"Babe, I'm telling you, this guy is amazing and just what we're looking for." Chet said to his boyfriend as he grabbed his left hand with his right while stroking his own hard cock with his left. As usual, he was buck ass naked, except for his dirty white sneakers, and casually wanking with each step they took. The tip of his cut cock glistened in the moonlight, slick with his own dick spit.

"You said that about a guy last year, didn't you?" Amir replied. Gripping Chet's hand lovingly in his own. Unlike his lover, he wore a well-worn jock strap, white sox, and high-top sneakers. Amir's muscular chest, covered with fur, was exposed for all to see. His curly locks were neatly pushed under a METS baseball cap.

"You're right. I did. And where is that guy now?" Chet stated with a smug look on his face. They both remembered well meeting Sam at last year's Ranch opening. He was 6 feet tall, with long flowing jet-black hair. He looked like a hippy, smelled like a ripe working man, but had a military background that explained the swagger in his walk. Or maybe it was the size of his fat 10-inch uncut cock. Either way, the young men spent many days and nights eating out his unclean hairy shithole, sucking his erasure-like nipples, and drinking his smelly golden piss from the tap. Chet, of course, loved being barebacked by the hairy fucker every time he could. Sam was the most perverted man they'd ever met, which was saying something. He loved cock and ball play, fucking Chet with various toys, electro-play with Amir, and smoking pot. As a full-time nudist, Chet had a role model after his own hard-on.

"Fuck. He lives in town and is the sheriff. Happy now?" Amir had to admit the more petite man was right about Sam, so maybe he was right about this new guy...Colton. They continued on their way until they were stopped by the Ranch's general manager. Not only was he in total command of everything that happened on the company grounds, but he was also the one who hired both young men two years ago. Over that time, he'd become sort of a father figure to them, along with his husband.

"Boys, wait up. Got a minute?" The general manager was a striking figure even in the darkness of the southern night. His buff, caramel-colored body and curly, close, cropped haircut made him look younger than his 45 years. He'd been with the Ranch from the start, being hired before the first opening season. Like the young men in front of him, he'd driven across the country to find a job and home in a new place that welcomed guys like them.

"What's up Madison?" Amir paused in his tracks as he spoke to his boss and mentor. He couldn't help but take in the sight and smells of the older man. He wore a tight dirty white tank-top t shirt that allowed his furry pit hairs to air out. The ripe aroma of this adult human male was strong and pungent. Madison matched his shirt with a white pair of 1970s-style tennis shorts coated in the unmistakable color and smell of piss. They were so short and tight, in fact, that the outline of his 8-inch uncut cock was evident, as well as the heavy cock ring that he always sported. The young men could even smell the stench of his balls as he approached them.

"I need to leave the Ranch for a bit, and I don't know how long I'll be gone. Jeb and TJ say they might have found a new worker for the Ranch that I should meet. Carlos is holding down the fort, but he might need some help. I just need you both to keep an ear out and lend a hand if necessary." The general manager said all this while first rubbing Chet's bubble butt, then sticking two fingers inside his wide trench. Once there, Madison found what he'd placed there earlier that morning; a prostate massaging black butt plug. He gently pulled it from its funky home, inspected the slime and shit-coated rubber piece, and smelled it before liking it clean like a raunchy lollipop. Once his mouth was full, the older man returned the plug to Chet's soiled rectum and pulled Amir in for a sloppy kiss. The two traded the younger man's excrement until it was all gone. Leaving only the pungent aroma of shit on their breaths.

"No problem boss." Chet said as he adjusted his plug. He loved the sensation of having something fucking his hole every minute of the day. Over the last two years, he'd been grateful for all of the presents Madison had given him to scratch his rectal itch.

Madison waved goodbye as he walked towards his jeep; a long skid mark of brown shit could be seen along the back of his shorts as he stepped into the moonlight.

Amir and Chet reached the bunker where Colton lodged. Once inside, they immediately got hit with the fragrance of marijuana and poppers. It was so thick that the room was covered in a grey cloud. That also meant that at least one guy was blowing clouds of meth. The young men knew they'd walked in on a wild party.

Almost the entire Ranch must have been inside the bunker. Men in all states of undress were everywhere. Guys were fucking on the beds, the floor, and up against the walls. Intense moans of ecstasy surrounded them. Chet's pecker, already erect, began to spit pre jizz into his palm. The bunker smelled more like a men's locker room than anything else. The scent of unwashed sweaty pits, cum filled balls, and dirty, fucked assholes filled their noses. Amir quickly stripped off his ripe jockstrap, placed it around his neck, and kissed his boyfriend hard while playing with his butt plug.

After a long snog, Chet came up for air and kept searching the sea of men for Colton.

"Look, he's over there, fucking Axel." The two young men pushed through the crowd of horny men, getting groped, prodded, and fingered along the way. Up against a wall by his bed, Colton was balls deep inside the teenager for the third time. His puffy hole was raw and sore, but that was just how Axel loved to be. Cum dripped from his hole with every thrust of Colton's 11-inch member, farting out noxious gas along the way. They noticed the glass pipe in the teen's mouth, which explained how he took so much cock. His own penis was still locked in a metal cage.

Chet came up along Axel's right side, slipped the meth pipe from his mouth, took a hit, and blew the clouds back in his face. The teen, high on poppers, weed, and meth, kissed Chet hard and sucked his tongue into his mouth while arching his back and pushing his butt back to accept more of Colton's fat pulsing cock.

Amir dropped to his knees behind Colton, opened his hairy butt cheeks, and sniffed around. His hole was cleaner than usual due to the multiple rimmings and fuckings he'd been treated to, but he still was loaded with cum and ass juices that the young man licked out and feasted on.

Brick came out of the bathroom, soaked in piss and looking just as stoned as his little brother, and grabbed him by the arm.

"Axel, it's time to go. I promised dad I wouldn't let you stay out past your curfew. Say goodbye to the nice man and thank him for fucking you and cumming in your boy-pussy so many times." The older brother joked, but only slightly. Knowing their father would be furious if he didn't get his baby brother home at a decent hour. Brick also knew that they could always come back the next day.

"Thank you, Colton, for fucking my boy-pussy and cumming in my ass so many times." Axel made his voice sound even younger than his 15yrs, grinning as he rose off the throbbing cock raping his gaping hole.

"No worries baby. Hope to see you again soon." Colton gave him a huge, loving hug and handed him over to his older brother. Soon, they'd left the bunker and were headed home.

On the other hand, Colton was still extra horny from the secondhand weed and meth smoke. Not to mention the poppers he'd been huffing for the past few hours. His cock was coated in Axel's ass juices and lot's of other guys' creamy loads, and he knew exactly where he needed to park it next.

He grabbed both Chet and Amir and fell backward onto his bed with him. He situated the smaller one on his lap and the older one over his face. Taking the cues, both knew what to do. Chet removed the dirty plug from his hole, handed Colton the shit-covered rubber dong, and sat down on his fat cock. Colton popped the entire plug in his mouth and sucked it clean before guiding Amir's ripe asshole onto his tongue. The next two hours were a blur of fucking, sucking, pissing, and shitting. Poppers were huffed, and weed was smoked and passed before loads were dropped in asses and mouths. Colton's first night at the Ranch was a great success.

FIVE:

With his memories returned, Colton got out of bed and joined the orgy on the other side of the room. He was sure that going to the Ranch was one of the best decisions he'd ever made. But, he had no idea how much things in his life would quickly change.

To be continued......